The first version of the Rabbit Raising Plan

"Mo Xiaohe."

He Yiting walked to the door of the kitchen, and seeing that thin figure tidying up the kitchen, she suddenly felt sorry for the child.

When Mo He heard He Yiting calling himself, he immediately stopped what he was doing and looked back at He Yiting, "Mom...Mom? What's wrong?"

When he called out 'Mom', he felt very uneasy. He didn't know if He Yiting wanted to hear him call her mother now, but besides this title, he didn't know how to call He Yiting, after all, he couldn't do without All of them call her by name.

But to Mo He's surprise, He Yiting didn't have any strange expression when she heard his name, but walked in front of her very calmly.

Mo He seemed to be sure that he could continue to be called like this, and called again in a lower voice than before, with some crying, "Mom?"

He Yiting looked at her child with tears in her eyes, and called her mother timidly. She felt a throbbing pain in her heart. She reached out her hand to touch her son's face, but she was afraid that Mo Mo would be hurt during this time. He's indifference already disgusted him, so she didn't dare to reach out rashly.

Seeing He Yiting's half-stretched hand, Mo He immediately grabbed it, and then brought her hand to his face, "Mom..." Mo He lowered his head, and gently rubbed his face against the warm hand. Knowing that this person has never touched him, he yearns for this person's warmth.

When Mo He first grabbed her hand, He Yiting was stunned for a moment, but seeing his lowered head and slightly trembling shoulders, she couldn't bear to just pull his hand away.

She gently rubbed Mo He's face with her fingertips. Mo He's skin was very smooth and smooth as a child, the kind of skin that people can't put it down.

She touched it lightly, but suddenly there was wetness on her smooth face. He Yiting paused before realizing it. Mo He cried. She cried like her beloved son since she was a child.

"It's mom who's sorry for you...it's mom who's sorry for you...I'm sorry..."

The son cried, and He Yiting was also infected by Mo He's emotions, and the tears fell straight down like an unstoppable faucet, and she couldn't stop no matter what.

Mo He raised his head and looked at the crying mother, then raised his hand to wipe the tears off her face, "Mom, it's okay, Mo Xiaohe is fine, I will be more sensible, and I won't put any burden on my mother .”

Hearing her son's words, He Yiting only felt that the recent neglect made Mo He, who was still very childish, suddenly mature a lot.

"No, it's okay, Mo Xiaohe, you don't have to do this..." He Yiting also raised her hand to wipe away the tears on Mo He's face, "Mo Xiaohe...listen to Grandpa's words carefully..." He Yiting paused, looked Looking at Mo He's puzzled eyes, she hesitated whether to say the rest of the words.

And Mr. He, who had been eavesdropping for a long time, knew what his silly daughter was going to do after hearing He Yiting's words. After all, he had raised this daughter for decades, so why didn't he understand this daughter's personality.

Seeing He Yiting's puzzled look, Mr. He immediately drove He Yiting away from Mo He, and He Yiting, who was suddenly walked away, stared at her father with wide eyes.

"dad!"

"mom!"

What responded to them was the sound of closing the door. After entering the room, Mr. He locked the door. He heard Mo He knocking on the door, and then desperately calling "Mom", how could his heart not hurt?But in order to prevent He Yiting from doing stupid things, he needs to be cruel.

He Yiting, who was dragged to the room, looked at Mr. He with a gloomy face, and shrank unconsciously towards the corner of the wall. Mr. He turned his head to look at He Yiting, and lowered his voice to express the doubts in his heart.

"You want to leave Mo Xiaohe?"

"I……"

Mr. He knocked on the wall, "Did you ignore what I told you just now? Are you trying to make Mo Xiaohe's childhood a shadow?"

"No, Dad!" He Yiting grabbed Mr. He's hand. He poured a lot of strength into that blow just now, and his hand was already red with just one blow, and his skin was a little torn. ……want to……"

Mr. He shook off He Yiting's hand, "What do you want? Don't you just want to leave Mo Xiaohe?"

"Dad..." He Yiting knew that no matter what she said now, Mr. He would not listen to her. Looking at her elderly father and thinking of her son who was less than ten years old outside the door, He Yiting's heart softened again, but She knew that she hadn't gotten out of that hurdle yet, and she couldn't live well with Mohe.

Seeing her troubled look, Mr. He frowned, "Why? Why don't you treat Mo Xiaohe well? The death of Bo City is already a shadow in Mo Xiaohe's heart. Are you going to be in his childhood again? Put a shadow on it?" He only hoped that he could persuade He Yiting to stay, even if he couldn't be like before, at least he would stay by Mo He's side.

"I know...but I want to say that if I leave Mo Xiaohe temporarily, maybe he won't feel so uncomfortable..."

"You're very selfish, do you know?" Mr. He looked at He Yiting with her head bowed, "You know that after you leave, Mo Xiaohe may forget you, maybe he will forcefully forget that he once had a parent who loved him, he I will seal this memory in the depths of my heart and prevent people from touching it."

"Man is a self-protecting animal. Because of the pain, he will cover himself up and cover up. Because he doesn't want to be touched by others, he will seal up his truest appearance. You left not for the good of the child. , but harmed the child..."

"I……"

Mr. He took He Yiting's hand, "Can you think about it again? At least for the sake of the children, don't do things that you will regret easily, think about Mo Xiaohe... Think about it, in that case After the incident happened, did Mo Xiaohe think about you, can't you, a mother, think about your child instead?"

He Yiting looked at Mr. He's clear eyes. His face was full of wrinkles, which represented the experience of time, because he had experienced more things, more wrinkles, older age, and a wide range of things to see. Not narrowly limited to one piece.

Seeing Mr. He's pleading eyes, He Yiting retreated.

"Okay... I'll think about it again..."

When He Yiting left Mr. He's room, she saw Mo He huddling herself on the sofa. Mo He was leaning on the sofa with a pillow in his arms, and the slight snoring sound let people know that he had fallen asleep.

He Yiting walked quietly to the back of the sofa, looked at Mo He's face full of childishness, and thought of his stubbornness and strength when he was awake, He Yiting felt that this child had really accumulated a lot during this period of time that he shouldn't have at this age. pressure.

She carefully hugged Mo He. Because of being moved, Mo He snorted softly and found a comfortable position in He Yiting's arms.

Seeing Mo He like this, He Yiting felt warm in her heart. She remembered that when she was still in City A, Mo He liked to watch cartoons. She often watched cartoons and fell asleep, and it was Mobo City who carried him back to her room. And every time Mobocheng hugged Mohe, he would twist and turn in Mobocheng's arms, trying to find a comfortable angle for himself.

Thinking of that scene, He Yiting's eyes immediately became much gentler, but seeing the eyebrows and eyes similar to Mobo City, He Yiting felt uncomfortable again.

"If..." He Yiting sighed lightly, "There is no such thing... Mo Xiaohe, it's my mother who is sorry for you. In the future, my mother will treat you even better. Now let my mother trust me, okay... "

He Yiting carried Mo He into his room, put him on the bed, covered him with the quilt, and gently kissed him on the forehead, "Good night, baby." He Yiting closed the door lightly and left Mo He's room .

But she didn't know that not long after she left, the person who was lying quietly on the bed twisted slightly, and then stretched out his hand to touch the forehead that was kissed just now.

He opened his eyes and looked at the dark room. This was the second time. He Yiting thought he was asleep and did what he would do before. With this warmth, Mo He could hold on, because he knew, mother It's not that I don't love him, it's not that my mother hates him, it's because my mother has her own difficulties, and he knows it, so he understands her.

Mo He sat up from the bed, turned on the night light by the bed, and picked up a diary from the table next to him. Because he doesn't know many Chinese characters now, he interspersed some pinyin, and he detailed what happened today I wrote it out, and then drew a special picture of the place where my mother kissed me in the end. This is his best memory today.

Looking at the full diary, Mo He felt his heart was full, he closed the diary and hugged it to his chest, "Mom, I will wait for you, and when you recover, your Mo Xiaohe has always been Now, I will work harder and be stronger, and not bring you any burden..."

Mo He put the diary in the drawer, then covered her with a quilt and went to sleep.

Tomorrow is another day, no matter what happens in the new school, he will be a good boy, a good boy so that his mother will not worry.

He closed his eyes and fell asleep with a faint smile on his face, but he didn't expect that because of what happened at school today, his treatment in class in the future would be the worst in history.